Progress, This Great Heresy Of Decay.

Go Then, A Starveling Girl With No Perfume Or Pearls, Only Your Nudity O My Beauty!

In Putting Off What One Has To Do, One Runs The Risk Of Never Being Able To Do It.

One Can Only Forget About Time By Making Use Of It.

It Is Time To Get Drunk! So As Not To Be The Martyred Slaves Of Time, Get Drunk; Get Drunk Without Stopping! On Wine, On Poetry, Or On Virtue, As You Wish.

I Felt Passing Over Me The Wind Of The Wing Of Madness.